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Chapter 70
On the fifteenth day of the first month, Xiao Yan waived the lantern viewing banquet in the palace on the grounds of saving money. The palace lanterns at the annual lantern viewing banquet are just like that. They are tall and brilliant. In fact, there are not many new tricks.
The real glazed lights are actually in the folk.
As soon as the first month entered, the people of the capital were already preparing their lanterns. On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the night falls, the lanterns are lit, and when you look down from a high place in Beijing, the streets on weekdays turn into thick and long swimming dragons, and the lights are bright, comparable to daytime.
The fifteenth day is the most lively.
The lighthouse has been built and is three stories high, with various lanterns hanging on it, which rotate regularly with the main light.
Xiao Yan and A Li, who were supposed to be watching the lights in the palace, were getting off the carriage by the street at this time.
Xiao Yan hugged A Li to the ground and put on his hood thoughtfully. The attendant next to him handed over the stove, and A Li took it and held it in his hand.
The two dressed in ordinary clothes, like ordinary husband and wife, walking hand in hand to watch the lights.
This kind of lantern festival was often seen by A Li before entering the palace, but he felt that what he saw in the past 20 years was not as bright and lively as the one he saw this year.
In fact, he just casually mentioned that the lantern festival outside is more interesting than the one in the palace, and Xiao Yanzhen brought him out.
A centripetal was hot and soft, he tucked his fingers into Xiao Yan's palm, tilted his head to look at her, his eyes lighted with a gentle smile.
It just so happened that there were fireworks above the head one after another, scattered into stars, igniting the night sky. Under the light, Xiao Yan lowered his eyes to look at the person beside him, and fell into his clear eyes without being caught off guard.
In Liuli's eyes, only her figure is reflected, and everything in the world is a blurred background.
Everyone around them stopped and looked up at the sky, only Xiao Yan looked down at A Li.
She reached out and stroked his cold face, and bowed her head to kiss him without hesitation.
...
At the end of the New Year, the imperial court opened the seal.
The courtiers pushed and pushed and pushed individuals to talk to Xiao Yan about the Spring Election.
They felt that this matter should be started early, and that the age and background of the man should be screened at that time, so as not to be too hasty.
Xiao Yan didn't feel rushed. She directly canceled the general election for a simple and down-to-earth reason - lack of money.
Years ago, they asked for money for disaster relief, courtiers asked for money for their salaries, and they asked for money for spring festivals after the new year. Which one is not more important than the general election?
This group of men asked for money when they were elected, they asked for money when they entered the palace, they asked for money when they were raised, and they still asked for money after they died. They were not beauties, but beasts that swallowed gold.
As for that cousin Bai Yueguang...
Xiao Yan didn't even know his name. As a person without a name, he was not worthy of being a male partner in the palace, let alone spending money.
Since becoming emperor, Xiao Yan has realized that his treasury is actually not rich, because he has to spend money everywhere.
Xiao Yan told the ministers that the general election is also fine, unless you raise funds, don’t mention it.
The ministers who heard this were stunned. Since the founding of the dynasty, there has been no emperor who is not keen on elections, and even if he is not keen on elections, there is no such reason...
However, it is really irrefutable.
It's just that they all counted on Xiao Yan's money to go home to support their husband, so why not only work but also pay out?
Xiao Yan has no plans to open the harem. He keeps a glass vinegar jar at home. She is carefully holding and protecting it every day. Whoever wants to poke his heart with some messy things, Xiao Yan can screw off the other party's head.
Regarding the cancellation of the general election, Xiao Yan was firm, and the ministers persuaded her for a long time. Seeing that she would not let go, she was reluctant to pay and had to give up.
They can see that this family surnamed Xiao has been in love for hundreds of years. He was also hanged on the pear tree in Xifeng Palace.
Xiao Yan is fine without the queen, but Da Jin cannot live without the emperor. The ministers were low for a few days, and their eyes slowly turned to King Ping.
Originally wanted to be King Ping of salted fish, "..."
What do these mean? ? ? ?
It's all up to now, who in the court still can't tell that King Ping is the next prince? Otherwise, why did Xiao Yan go to great lengths to train her and choose Mrs. Liu as her teacher?
King Ping felt that... this matter has to be chatted with doze off from the previous dynasty.
If time could repeat itself, she would definitely give up sleeping.
But time can't go back, and King Ping wants to cry but has no tears.
Knowing that A Li was not in good health, King Ping, a person of the same generation as A Li, suddenly acted diligently like a junior, sending good things to the palace every now and then, especially those things that meant longevity and well-being.
A Li was a little puzzled at first, but then he looked at the woman beside him who carefully reviewed the memorial, and slowly understood.
King Ping knew that if he was gone, Xiao Yan would have no intention of passing the throne to her directly.
Thinking of this, couldn't help feeling sour and soft. In the next few decades, Ah Li lived very carefully.
He wanted to accompany Xiao Yan for a few more years, but in fact, he did live longer than the imperial doctors estimated.
The imperial doctor once said that it would be good for him to live to forty, but A Li insisted on living to fifty.
In the year of his fiftieth birthday banquet, King Ping, who had already married a husband and had a daughter, cried like a child, stubborn and self-willed to prevent people from making this birthday banquet a big deal.
She felt that Ah Li's lifespan was about to come to an end, so Zhang Yangzhi would toss out the rest of his fortune.
No matter what the motives of King Ping to please A Li at first, after decades of getting along, he still has feelings for him.
Xiao Yan told A Li about this, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "I take her as my sister, but she takes you as my father. This generation is completely messed up."
As King Ping guessed, Ah Li didn't have much time. These days he was always reminiscing about the past, before and after entering the palace.
Of those two years of suffering, Ah Li can't remember much now, because he lived a very happy life in the next few decades.
A Li took Xiao Yan's hand with a smile in his eyes, and looked at her so quietly.
He has no regrets, and even feels that the next ten years have been earned. Now that his life is coming to an end, the only thing he can't give up is the person in front of him, and he just wants to hold on and look at her a few more times.
"It's okay, I'll take you away first." Xiao Yan touched A Li's face, his voice was as gentle as always, "You close your eyes first, and I'll go later."
It is not the first time to experience parting from life and death. Xiao Yan felt that even if he could not treat him with a normal heart, it would not be difficult for him to lose his temper.
But when A Lizhen trusted Yi Lian and closed her eyes with a smile on the corner of her mouth in the palm of her hand, Xiao Yan was still suffering from a sudden pain in her heart.
She, who had been healthy for decades, had a heart attack after Ah Li died, so she simply went with him.
The attendants only thought that Xiao Yan was lying beside the bed in mourning, but it took a long time to see that she had no other movements before they realized that something was wrong.
The head of the palace envoy stepped forward tremblingly and reached out to check Xiao Yan's breath, then fell to the ground in fright, and said in a daze, "Your Majesty, the Queen, collapsed."
The bell of the national mourning sounded, and King Ping stood outside the hall, kneeling with heavy legs on the spot.
She really did not guess wrong.
At that time, A Li only thought that Xiao Yan would have no intention to govern after he left, but she did not know that she would be so heartbroken that she would go with him.
Really answer that sentence, come for him, go with him.
When Xiao Yan opened her eyes again, her body was already in a transparent state, and the electronic sound of the system machinery sounded.
——Congratulations to Host 1020 for successfully completing the tasks in this book. Your body function has been repaired by 65%.
——Excuse me, will you continue to choose to save the tragic male protagonist A Li? Here are your answers:
whether?
Xiao Yan understood that she was dead, she looked around, it seemed that this was the imperial mausoleum, and she was still in the world of the previous book. [なつめalone]
Ping Wang, this cheap sister, didn't feel pain in vain, and buried her with Ah Li.
The queen died and the emperor was buried. If you want to come and go for hundreds of years, the folks are afraid that the story of the two will not be missing.
Xiao Yan was quite satisfied with this ending. She finally glanced at the inscription on the two people's funeral, closed her eyes and smiled, and then clicked "Yes" without hesitation.
I can say these three words, she has said enough, Xiao Yan put it another way: In a new round of days and nights, she is here~
The author has something to say: Tell me out loud, darlings, what do you want to see in the next world, if not, I'm free to play